My Realistic Simulation Game

Chapter 106 The Market is Booming, Peng Jiandong Smiles
The contract signing process at China Merchants Securities is cumbersome and rigorous.

Although Huang Tiancheng was full of expectations for this business, as a professional, he was deeply aware of the importance of risk control.

He personally oversaw the process, thoroughly verifying the million-dollar bill of exchange provided by Qin Yuan. After confirming its authenticity and validity, he then required Qin Yuan to sign a series of documents, including a securities lending agreement, a risk disclosure statement, and a margin agreement.

The agreement clearly stipulates key terms such as the types of stocks to be lent, the quantity, the term, the lending interest rate, the margin ratio, and the forced liquidation line.

Qin Yuan had no objection and readily signed the document.

He knew that in the primitive era when rules were not yet well-established, these seemingly harsh terms were precisely the foundation for ensuring the execution of transactions.

He immediately deposited the 300 million yuan draft as a margin into the designated account of China Merchants Securities.

In the end, Qin Yuan successfully borrowed stock certificates worth six million yuan from China Merchants Securities at a cost of three million yuan.

Deepland: Approximately 25174 shares (valued at approximately 360 million yuan per share at 143 yuan per share).
Shenzhen Anda: Approximately 28716 shares (valued at approximately RMB 60 at RMB 20.89 per share)
Shenzhen Vanke: Approximately 34904 shares (valued at approximately RMB 17.19 per share, worth approximately RMB 60)
Shenzhen Jintian: Approximately 2790 shares (valued at approximately 60 yuan at 215 yuan per share).
Shenzhen Development Bank: Approximately 1612 shares (valued at approximately RMB 10 at RMB 62 per share).
Looking at the heavy stack of stock certificates in his hand, printed with various animal patterns.

Qin Yuan remained completely unmoved.

These scraps of paper, which carried the dreams of countless people to get rich overnight, were, in his eyes, nothing more than the fuse that was about to ignite the Deep Plains Empire.

He knew very well that when these stocks were released into the market, along with the impending bombshell revelations, they would shatter the dreams of countless families to build their wealth.

But that's the cruel reality of the capital market.

When it comes to stock trading, the most important thing is to learn to admit defeat.

Accept the consequences of your bet.

Qin Yuan carefully organized the stock certificates and solemnly handed them to Magan'er.

“Mah-gan,” Qin Yuan’s voice was deep and clear, “These past few days, you’ve become quite familiar with this city. You should know where the most stock market investors gather, and where the black market for stocks is located, right?”

Ma Gan'er nodded briskly, his eyes filled with a mixture of excitement and nervousness: "Brother Yuan, don't worry! Shenzhen is only so big, and there are only a few places where those old stock market investors hang out."

He pointed to Qin Yuan and introduced the various spots: "The Shenzhen Stock Exchange entrance is one of the most crowded places, but there are also a lot of spies. There's another one at the 'Old Place' teahouse on Hongli Road, where people are always 'discussing business' in the private rooms on the second floor. Also, there's a small circle near the Luohu Port, mainly for private transactions with people in Hong Kong. I'll look around a bit more, and I guarantee I'll sell all these stocks within two days!"

Qin Yuan patted him on the shoulder: "Okay! Let Markov go with you. If anyone asks about your background, just say you're a wealthy family from Shanghai, and that you have connections to get insider shares."

Ma Gan'er asked with some concern, "Brother Yuan, what about you? Are you safe...?"

Qin Yuan waved his hand, his tone relaxed yet undeniable: "This is Shenzhen, not Moscow. Do you think I'm some delicate flower in a greenhouse? Can't I handle even the slightest storm?"

“Go ahead! With so many stocks in your hands, hanging around on the black market, that’s what you really need to be careful about. I trust Markov with you.”

He wasn't lying.

In the early 1990s, the presence of a foreign bodyguard alongside a Chinese person was itself a form of intimidation.

This was enough to make those scheming guys in the black market think twice before making a move against Ma Gan'er.

Moreover, black market prices are often higher than the listed prices at securities firms, indicating a premium.

Qin Yuan wasn't after that extra cost; all he needed was speed!

We must sell off all this "ammunition" before Fang Minghai ignites the media storm!
Today is November 27th, and by tomorrow at the latest, the news should be out in the Hong Kong newspapers. The news will most likely reach Shenzhen the day after tomorrow, triggering a panic sell-off!
By then, these stocks will be impossible to sell!

Ma Gan'er was touched, knowing that Qin Yuan was genuinely concerned for his safety.

He nodded vigorously: "Brother Yuan, don't worry! I'll be careful and come back as soon as I'm done!"

"Here's what I'll do: I'll take you back to your hotel first, and then I'll go out to sell stocks. Your safety will be guaranteed."

Qin Yuan waved his hand, "You guys go ahead, just take me to the nearby bookstore, I'll pick out a few books to read."

Magan and Markov escorted Qin Yuan to the entrance of an alley not far from China Merchants Securities.

Deep in the alley, there is an inconspicuous "Seeking Knowledge Bookstore".

Qin Yuan gestured that they could leave.

Watching Magan and Markov disappear into the crowd around the street corner, Qin Yuan turned and walked into the bookstore.

The bookstore was small and dimly lit, with the distinctive smell of old books—a mixture of ink and dust.

The bookshelves were somewhat crowded, piled high with all sorts of books, from Marxist-Leninist-Maoist works and agricultural technology to martial arts novels and romance stories—a wide variety but rather a bit disorganized.

The bookstore owner was a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties, wearing a faded blue Zhongshan suit and reading glasses. He was sitting behind the counter, engrossed in reading a thick book.

Upon seeing Qin Yuan enter, he merely raised his eyelids slightly before immersing himself back in his own world.

Qin Yuan did not disturb him, his gaze wandering over the bookshelf.

His memory, comprehension, and learning abilities far surpass those of ordinary people. It would be a waste not to take this opportunity to absorb a great deal of knowledge.

He has finished studying His internal medicine and has basically completed the construction of his internal medicine knowledge system. What he lacks is only clinical practice.

This time, he wanted to find books on surgery, or more basic and practical medical manuals.

He walked to the bookshelf labeled "Medicine and Health" and carefully searched through it.

There were indeed very few professional surgical books; most of them were basic introductory books on traditional Chinese medicine, barefoot doctor's manuals, and popular books on the prevention and treatment of common diseases.

His gaze was drawn to a thick book with a worn cover and yellowed pages—"The Barefoot Doctor's Manual".

Qin Yuan's heart stirred.

The book is often jokingly referred to online as one of the "Three Great Books for Time Travelers," and "The Barefoot Doctor's Manual" is prominently featured on the list!
It was first published in 1969 with the aim of addressing the severe shortage of medical resources in vast rural areas of China.

The content covers integrated Chinese and Western medicine diagnosis and treatment, prevention and treatment of common diseases, first aid knowledge, herbal medicine collection and processing, and even childbirth and epidemic prevention. The language is easy to understand, with rich illustrations, and it is highly practical.

It is said to have been translated into more than 50 languages ​​and distributed worldwide. In an era when medical care in China was underdeveloped, it trained hundreds of thousands of barefoot doctors, making great contributions to maintaining China's grassroots medical system.

Qin Yuan had always been curious whether this book was really as magical as the legends said.

He took out a book, leaned against the bookshelf, and casually opened it.

He became completely absorbed in it after that.

The book's detailed content, comprehensive subject coverage, and insightful yet easy-to-understand explanations far exceeded his expectations!
From treating colds and fevers, and sprains and bruises, to providing first aid for pesticide poisoning and snake and insect bites; from acupuncture points and herbal identification to simple surgical procedures (such as incision and drainage of abscesses) and fracture fixation...

It covers almost all the medical problems that people at the grassroots level might encounter!
Moreover, the steps are clear and the methods are practical. Many folk remedies and prescriptions seem simple, but they contain folk wisdom and a deep understanding of resource-scarce environments.

"I see... Fresh cactus mashed and applied topically is used to treat minor burns, taking advantage of its cooling and anti-inflammatory properties..."

"The five-step approach to treating small-area burns—'rinse, remove, soak, cover, transport'—aligns perfectly with modern first aid principles..."

"The herb 'Andrographis paniculata' has heat-clearing and detoxifying properties, and is remarkably effective for dysentery and sore throat..."

"Simplified diagnostic points for appendicitis... Observation of peritoneal irritation signs..."

Qin Yuan read with great interest, as if he had opened a whole new treasure trove of knowledge.

This knowledge may seem "outdated" in modern hospitals, but in environments where there is a lack of medical resources and medicine, and where conditions are harsh, it is a real lifesaver!
Its value to the various unknown worlds he may face in the future is immeasurable!
Time slipped away quietly as the pages of the book were turned.

The sunlight outside the window softened from its intense intensity, eventually transforming into a golden-red afterglow that cast long shadows on the dusty floor through the bookstore's glass windows.

It wasn't until the bookstore owner's gentle voice rang out that Qin Yuan was pulled back to reality from his reverie of knowledge.

"Young man, you've been looking at it all afternoon, are you still going to buy it or not?" The shopkeeper put down the book in his hand, looked at him through his reading glasses, and smiled kindly, not scolding Qin Yuan for looking at it for so long. Qin Yuan then realized that it was getting late, quickly closed the book, and smiled apologetically: "Buy! Of course I'll buy it! How much is this book, sir?"

He took out his money to pay the bill, and then remembered the other two legendary "miracle books" and casually asked, "Boss, do you still have 'Militia Military Training Manual' and 'Friends of Dual-Use Military and Civilian Talents' here?"

The boss pushed up his reading glasses, thought for a moment, and said, "I think there are still two copies of the 'Militia Training Manual' in the warehouse. I'll look for them tomorrow."

"The 'Friends of Dual-Use Military and Civilian Talents'...that's a hot book! It talks about driving tractors, repairing radios, growing mushrooms, and so on. It's very practical!"

"I remember which shelf it was on."

As he spoke, he rummaged through the pile of bookshelves in the back row for a while and pulled out an old book from the bottom of a box.

The name above is prominently displayed as "Friends of Dual-Use Military and Civilian Talents".

Qin Yuan accepted it, a hint of joy on his face: "Thank you, boss!"

He paid for the books, carefully placed them into his bag, and left the bookstore.

As dusk fell, Qin Yuan's thoughts weren't on the bustling stock market.

Instead, it will be the "Militia Training Manual" that we see tomorrow.

On the other side, Ma Gan'er and Markov, like two agile fish, darted among some of the busiest and most secretive black market stock trading locations in Shenzhen Special Economic Zone.

Following Qin Yuan's instructions, instead of choosing the Shenzhen Stock Exchange entrance, which had the highest foot traffic and the most police presence, they focused on the second-floor private rooms of the "Old Place" teahouse on Hongli Road, as well as a relatively closed-off small circle near the Luohu Port led by Hong Kong businessmen.

Ma Gan'er spoke Mandarin with a deliberate imitation and a slight Shanghai accent, claiming to be a "big shot from Shanghai" who had "internal channels" to obtain a batch of "internal shares" of the old five companies.

He was accompanied by the taciturn, sharp-eyed, and burly Markov, a combination that in itself carried an intimidating aura. No one would easily provoke a mysterious "Shanghai tycoon" who was accompanied by foreign bodyguards and dealt in large sums of stock certificates.

Ma Gan'er remembered Qin Yuan's instructions: Quick!

Instead of waiting for a better price, he quickly sold off his stock certificates in batches at a price slightly lower than the current booming black market price, but much higher than the listed price by securities companies.

In the "Old Place" teahouse, several "big players" who had been hanging around there for a long time saw the thick stack of Yuanye stock certificates that Ma Gan'er took out, and their eyes lit up!

On the eve of Jianlibao's listing, Yuanye, as the "king of stocks" with the most rapid rise and the most stories among the old five stocks, was an absolute hard currency!

Although the price offered by the mangosteen was slightly lower than their expectations, the advantage lay in the large quantity and the speed of the sale!

After a brief discussion, the major shareholders readily acquired most of the shares in Yuanye.

The stocks of Anda, Vanke, Jintian, and Shenzhen Development Bank were quickly snapped up by other speculators who caught wind of the news.

The stock certificates in Ma Gan'er's hands were like water droplets thrown into a pot of boiling oil, instantly swallowed up by the greedy market!

The whole process went exceptionally smoothly, even faster than Qin Yuan had anticipated!

In just half a day, all the stocks worth six million were sold, and in return, they received thick stacks of cash and bank drafts!

As Ma Gan'er looked at the heavy cash in his hand, his palms began to sweat.

He dared not linger and quickly left the trading location with Markov.

Meanwhile, inside a luxury villa in Shenzhen.

Peng Jiandong was leisurely leaning back on the leather sofa, sipping expensive red wine.

He was dressed in an elegant silk nightgown, a smug smile on his face.

Outside the window was the dazzling night view of Shenzhen, but in his eyes, it was far less pleasant than his Japanese-style villa next to Li Ka-shing in the Mid-Levels of Hong Kong Island.

“Boss,” a middle-aged man in a suit and gold-rimmed glasses stood respectfully to the side, reporting the news he had just received, “a considerable number of Yuanye shares were suddenly sold off in the market today, mainly on the black market near Hongli Road and Luohu Port.”

"Oh?" Peng Jiandong raised an eyebrow, but there was no sign of tension on his face. Instead, a playful smile appeared on his face. "A considerable quantity? How large?"

"The initial estimate is that the value is around 3.6 million, all of which are Yuanye shares. There are also some loose shares of Anda, Vanke, and Jintian, which together are worth about 2.4 million."

"That's what the assistant replied."

"Three million six hundred thousand shares of Yuanye?" Peng Jiandong scoffed, swirling the wine in his glass. "A drop in the ocean!"

"What time is it now? Jianlibao is about to go public, and the whole market is waiting to make a profit! This little bit of dumping won't even make a ripple!"

He put down his wine glass, stood up, walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window, looked down at the city below, and spoke with an air of absolute confidence:

"Right now, wildland stocks are the absolute darlings of the market! Even a 1% daily limit up can't dampen the enthusiasm of the black market! This little bit of stock wouldn't even be enough to fill a tooth gap!"

“Those speculators and big players from Shanghai, Beijing, and even Hong Kong Island are just waiting for someone to sell! It's perfect for them to accumulate shares at low prices, and once Jianlibao goes public, it will drive the market up, and they can make a fortune by reselling it!”

He turned around, a hint of contempt and smugness on his face: "I bet this guy is some nouveau riche from some small town, or a lucky retail investor who bought some stocks early on and is now feeling uneasy because the price is so high, so he wants to cash out and secure his profits!"

"Shortsighted, they have no idea what a big market trend is!"

The assistant quickly nodded in agreement: "Boss is right! With market sentiment so high right now, this little bit of selling pressure is nothing to worry about. I just saw it myself; that batch of goods was snapped up immediately as soon as it was released! The price is even two points higher than yesterday's black market price!"

"Hahaha!" Peng Jiandong laughed heartily. "See? This is confidence! This is the value of our Yuanye! When Jianlibao goes public, I'll show everyone what a true 'stock king' really is!"

He was completely unaware that this seemingly insignificant "drizzle" was actually the ominous drop of water that struck the scorching hot iron plate before the storm arrived.

Little did he know that a colossal wave, ignited by a fraudulent empire he had personally woven, was surging toward the seemingly booming stock market of Shenzhen from Hong Kong Island at an astonishing speed!

Editorial department of the financial section of Tian Tian Daily, Hong Kong Island.

The lights were on, and the atmosphere was tense and busy.

Fang Minghai personally oversaw the operation, with Lin Shishan assisting him.

Before them lay freshly printed newspaper proofs, still smelling of fresh ink.

The front page headline was none other than the earth-shattering manifesto written by Qin Yuan, personally polished by Fang Minghai, and supplemented with some evidence from the perspective of Hong Kong Island!
Main Title: Deep Wilderness: A Fraudulent Empire Beneath a Glamorous Mask – A Warning to All Investors

Subtitle: Eight Ironclad Pieces of Evidence! Dissecting the Shocking Fraudulent Scheme of "Shenzhen Stock King" Shenyuanye!

Below the title are photos of the Deepfield Company building and Peng Jiandong giving an interview in high spirits, creating a stark ironic contrast.

In the main text, the eight pieces of irrefutable evidence have been reformatted, making the organization clearer and the wording more incisive.

This was supplemented by "evidence" such as partial registration information of Runtuo Company obtained by Fang Minghai through Hong Kong Island channels, screenshots of suspicious fund flow records, and screenshots of Hong Kong Island media reports on Peng Jiandong's purchase of luxury homes.

This makes the entire report more impactful and credible!
Fang Minghai carefully reviewed the proof, his fingers tapping lightly on the table, lost in thought.

"Secretary Lin," Fang Minghai said in a deep voice, "make sure to finalize the reprint with the Tian Tian Daily News. Tomorrow morning, I want this newspaper to be displayed on every newsstand on Hong Kong Island!"

"Also, contact our channels in Shenzhen and send a batch over as quickly as possible!"

"Yes, Mr. Fang!" Lin Shishan replied immediately.

Fang Minghai took a deep breath, looked out the window at the dazzling night view of Victoria Harbour, his face showing a calm after the excitement.

"Peng Jiandong, your good days are over!"

(2-in-1)

(End of this chapter)